"Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr's sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky." - Catullus
One god of wind blows from the west.
Zephyros was that Greek god’s name.
Of four wind gods – the kindliest!
One god of wind blows from the west,
and his blessed breeze I like the best.
At summer’s solstice, he has fame.
One god of wind blows from the west.
Zephyros was that Greek god’s name.
Dawn’s son, Zephyros, takes his throne
and Zephyr breeze is born in spring.
For blowing westerly it’s known.
Dawn’s son, Zephyros, takes his throne.
Warm rains pour down and seeds get sown.
Such beauty does sweet Zephyr bring!
Dawn’s son, Zephyros, takes his throne
and Zephyr breeze is born in spring.
May 12, 2023
for the 'Writing Challenge - 'Z' Words' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
In this Equinoctial Splendor,
Around us cebelean surrender.
Nature’s love doth abound,
Leaping out of the ground.
So why’s my son still glued to Tinder?
ADVENT OF SPRING
It was as though a sign had been received.
The master plan, held back, now causing stirring
As if nature’s endocrines had been released
Flooding all the world with catalytic spurring
Pre-dawn the Song Thrush first perceived the moment
Her triple prelude showed she could recapture
(As day broke, light in softer glow bestowment)
Her first symphony of blissful, careless rapture
On this cosmic stage light rose imparting sheen
And sun lent equinoctial warmth to nourish
The hedgerows that had barely hinted green
Were now transformed to full fresh verdant flourish
A delicate jade mist veils sylvan canopy
Sweet Spring is clothing Nature in full panoply
Autumn begins to fall
Winter cold frozen hibernal
Spring emanate vernal
Summer equinoctial
1/5/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019 ©
Now,
as the rain falls in tiny droplets on the ground
and the breeze is wafting scents of petrichor,
a soothing oil released by dried decaying plants
that longed in thirst for reprieve from the burning heat;
only
the rush of wind hustled high in the tree tops sings
brushing gently the leaves upon each branch
pining in oaken roasted acorns and chestnuts,
pinging and popping on the sun drenched fires of autumn.
Teasing and tantalized
the senses breathe in deeply
the musk of the forest
where leafy residue, pine needles and fronds pale
in the rise of autumn cascading arrivals.
Coated foliage colored rainbows
lilt hues of yellows, orange and reds,
disfigured curls browning in the last of summer heat
to welcome and bare the mighty sheaths and torsos
that the forest leaves behind in memory of spring.
An equinoctial sundial
marking the trajectory of earth and sun
the rise and fall of time and space
upon the earthen realm of seasons change
greeting autumn, goodbyeing summer, fireside winter hibernation.
ADVENT OF SPRING
It was as though a sign had been received.
The master plan, held back, now caused enaction
As if nature’s endocrines had been released
Flooding our world with catalytic action
Pre-dawn the Song Thrush first perceived the moment
Her triple prelude showed she could recapture
(As day broke, light in a softer glow bestowment)
Her symphony of blissful, careless rapture
On this cosmic stage light rose imparting sheen
And sun lent equinoctial warmth to nourish
The hedgerows that had barely hinted green
Were now transformed to full fresh verdant flourish
In trees the sap is surging in ascension
A delicate jade mist now veils the canopy
Across the land life wakes in each dimension
Sweet Spring is clothing Nature in her full panoply
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